Meeting the Voice (Closed)

[BadForm]

OOC: This thread is between StarXChild and myself. If any opportunities open up, we will post here and let you know. Feel free to read and enjoy.

IC:

She walked out.

I sat in the restaurant slightly stunned as she put the radio in her pocket and walked out. I considered, for a second, continuing the game, upping the volume and calling her a slut, a cock-tease. Let everyone hear that and see her embarrassment. Frankly, I knew there was a small part of her that would enjoy it.

It was a game we had played for over a year, privately, on the phone. I called her one night and began talking dirty to her, calling her slutty names and talking about her going down on me. I made sure she could hear that I was masturbating as I spoke. She'd hung up the first couple of times that night, but soon began to get off on listening just as much as I did on knowing she was.

Soon it develloped to more than that. We began to talk afterwards, although we had never exchanged names. Finally we decided to meet at this cafe tonight. I'd bought radios, tailored so all hers head was receive and transmit - no volume control or off switch. Mine, meanwhile, had not only a volume control, but a broadcast volume control, allowing me to increase the sound at her end without speaking any louder. She loved our game, and I figured she'd want to play with me, her Voice, again, before we actually met.

She'd walked out. As soon as she knew there was no escape from the dirty talk, she'd put the radio in per pocket book and walked out. I toyed with the broadcast volume once more and then stood, dropping enough money on my table to cover the bill for the little food I'd eaten, and followed her.

She was parked relatively close to the shadows where I'd stationed my Yammy, and I made sure that there was no way she could see me as I mounted up to tail her back to her place. I turned the radio off for now and smiled.

 

[StarXChyld]

This wasn't what she was expecting! Yes, she knew that it had all started with an obsence phone call but. . .somehow, she thought they had gotten much further than that.

He had told her how difficult it was for him to meet girls (given his performance in the restaurant, no wonder!!) and she had just broken up with another guy, so she'd decided that it was time for them to finally meet face to face after a year of jerking off to each other's voices over the phone.

She figured he would be flattered sitting with a tall gorgeous blonde in a nice restaurant. She envisioned him to be a squat little pimply-faced toad with a sexy voice nonetheless. She thought she would be doing him a favor and stroking her own ego at the same time.

Instead he had humilated her and called her things in public that she could barely stand to hear in the heat of passion. It had infuriated her and yet she was aware of the wetness between her bare thighs under her short skirt.

"Fuck him!", she spit the words out into the night air as she pulled unto the expressway and headed home. She didn't know who she was angerier with him for being such an ass and putting her through that scene at the restaurant or herself, for being so damned turned on by the whole thing.

It didn't matter. She had made up her mind. The next time he called she would hang up.